Luyện nghe bài hát Warlord Leather

Dipped and writ his own
Chest of spliffs told the bitch it was cancer
Hit the road for months
For the fan in the row, getting punched out
Screaming "whoa" with his up
The bastard is back
In that hoodie like a vein that collapsed cause it's
Sittin' shotty in the Mazda, of a lap and his
Daddy an answer, cause he never had one
all low on the counter what the grass done
Higher than the ton
Five star telly, belly on the bad one
Heavy with the raps way a nigga chip em out
Be really what the bitches
Switchin' with the taxes never actin' different
Boney think he's thin, kind of baggy
With some that be trappin', shippin' packages
Their is up
Got my mama tripping like she and her ankles touch
Now I'm at the Waldorf
with the zipper on the warlord leather
Whisky with the spliff, because it goes better
Why bench him if scoring under full court pressure

Put me in
Put me in
I got man I'm on fire tonight
you

Your bitch smells like Sway's hat
I'm like Swayze with Sajak, in a straight jacket
Aim the iron at your facial
You can't escape great
My mind make the fishes swim in patterns
in the bay, Saturn
Switchblades, new face, get the tatted
my lungs look shattered
Hanging backwards off a
EBT card got my momma face on it
Big checks with my on it, put my name on it
My is on the pen, cause I'm a G
Looking for other shit, send 'em down the street
even compute on how much I spent on then retreat
I spent up about a eleven thousand Yen just on the
twenty seven thousand Yen just for the heat
Play the guitar my teeth (Yeyeyeye-ya)
Coach him off the bench, told his ass to sit down
you were picked up in the sixth round
Throw him in the tub that's with hot sauce
I'm laid back, gettin' sucked, nachos

You know me motherfucker
(You it's me)
And me again
legs in the building